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Descent from Weary
A Weariness Rests in the Sinews -- Mere Surface Fluctuations, Galvanic Skin Responses. Today was a Good Day. Crispy Cold with a Biting Wind; A Bright, Unrepentant Sun Resting on its Laurels of Light. Deep, Chasm-like Breaths And the Weariness lifts slightly. The Muscle Aches go for R & R. The Mind seems to know No Limits. Even on a Contorted Path, A Random Walk of Twists and Turns, The Sky, Stars, the Universe are Always There, If I but lift my gaze upwards. Thoughts of Descending into Hades, From Whence All Good Things Come. But We’re Already Here. And It’s Time for a Glorious Event, An Immaculate Reception. For Life is But a Symphony -- A Triad of Movements, With an Added Scherzo.
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